Chapter 45

Below the Life and Death Arena, countless people cried out in shock.

"A minor mastery movement technique... at least Mystic-Grade... How did he cultivate it?"

Even Su Ding could not help exclaiming.

He was in the Bone Tempering Realm, so he could naturally see everything clearly. At this moment, stormy waves surged in his heart.

Even he had failed to cultivate a Mystic-Grade Low-Rank Movement Technique to minor mastery.

How long had Lin Xuan been in the sect? Not even half a month. What kind of monster was this?

Useless Body of Ten Thousand Years? Wasn't that the biggest joke under heaven? Even those with peerless talent probably could not achieve such a level, could they?

"What? A Mystic-Grade movement technique at minor mastery? Senior Brother, y-you... could you have seen wrong?"

A flash of disbelief crossed Sun Liang's eyes.

Cultivating martial skills was not something that could be done step by step. It required astonishing talent, comprehension, and extensive tempering.

What right did Lin Xuan have?

Su Ding did not answer. He was still immersed in shock.

"Bastard!"

At this moment, atop the Life and Death Arena, Ling Chao had only just managed to prop himself up when he cursed furiously.

Bang!

But then, a foot stomped down viciously upon his back.

Boom!

The enormous force instantly crushed his body flat against the ground. The violent impact made him open his mouth and spew out a jet of blood.

He tried to push himself up again, only to discover that the surging blood and qi within him were completely useless.

It was as though a giant mountain rested upon his back, crushing him down without mercy.

At last, an emotion called fear was born in Ling Chao's heart.

"Is tormenting people fun?"

Lin Xuan's voice sounded beside Ling Chao's ear.

Ling Chao shuddered, almost foreseeing what would happen next.

"N-no... Don't..."

He was terrified and began begging for mercy.

Yet what answered him was a heavy kick that landed directly on his shoulder.

Bang!

Crack!

A bone-breaking sound that set teeth on edge rang out.

Aah!

Ling Chao let out a bloodcurdling scream. Piercing agony struck straight at his soul, nearly causing him to pass out.

But this was only the beginning.

While everyone was still stunned, Lin Xuan lifted his foot and stomped down again with brute force.

Bang!

Crack!

Another crisp crack of breaking bones rang out.

"Aah..."

"Lin... Lin Xuan, I-I was wrong. Spare... spare me..."

Ling Chao continued screaming, then began to beg. His initial confidence and arrogance had long since vanished without a trace.

"Chen Ze did not even let out a groan. Your endurance is far too poor."

Lin Xuan answered Ling Chao with icy words.

"No..."

Ling Chao's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Senior Brother Su Ding, save me..."

He turned to plead with Su Ding for help.

Only then did everyone come to their senses, staring in shock at the scene atop the Life and Death Arena.

An emotion called fear began to rise within the hearts of the servants.

Lin Xuan raised his foot once more.

"How dare you!"

Su Ding roared.

"Heh..."

Lin Xuan turned his head and smiled mockingly.

"Watch and see whether I dare!"

As his words fell, his blood and qi surged wildly, and three kicks came crashing down in succession.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ling Chao's legs and lumbar spine were instantly crushed.

The massive trauma made blood gush wildly from Ling Chao's mouth. He wanted to scream, but blood clogged his throat, leaving him unable to make a sound.

Lin Xuan kicked again, sending Ling Chao tumbling off the arena like a battered sack and crashing down beside Su Ding and Sun Liang.

Ling Chao rolled his eyes and completely passed out. Blood poured madly from his mouth; he was already on the brink of death.

Su Ding's eyes split with rage. His blood and qi boiled as a terrifying aura swept outward.

Lin Xuan watched him calmly, a trace of ridicule curling at the corners of his lips...

"You're courting death!"

Su Ding glared fixedly at Lin Xuan atop the Life and Death Arena.

At this moment, the Soul Suppressing Pagoda trembled within Lin Xuan's mind, drawing in a mass of blood qi and three years of cultivation time.

Clearly, Ling Chao, who had fallen from the Life and Death Arena, had already died.

However, Lin Xuan paid him no attention and continued looking at Su Ding with mockery.

"What? Are you planning to attack me? An outer sect steward, throwing his weight around in the Servant District?"

"The Sacred Land's rules cannot be violated. You said that yourself. Are you going to challenge the Sacred Land's authority?"

"Are you worthy?"

The entire crowd fell silent, each person staring at Lin Xuan in disbelief.

He was too arrogant. This was a provocation—a provocation against an outer sect steward in the Bone Tempering Realm.